She shook her head and looked through the magazines; there was a U.S. News & World Report, a Cosmopolitan, a Better Homes & Gardens, a Discover. This latter’s cover had a picture of a dinosaur on it. She flipped through its pages absently—and passed something which caught her eye. It had looked like ...
She rifled back in search of it, and found it was part of a four-page fold out. She pulled out the staples with her fingernails, her pulse quickening, and spread the diorama out on the table. It was captioned: The Great Dinosaur Predators, and depicted a line-up of nasty-looking saurians. Scanning it, she found Roger’s attacker somewhere in the middle. She stared at it intently. The likeness was almost perfect: the monitor-like face, the avian anatomy, the strange arms. That’s the one, off
